Summer of Discoveries
Chapter 04
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Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys around the ages of 11-14, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration. A coming of age tale, if you will. If this type of subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to laws in your area, then please find something else to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings.
Story written and posted by, About A Boy.
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* Recap End Of Chapter 3
*I don't know what compelled me, but I leaned over quite innocently and gently kissed Scott on the cheek, near the corner of his mouth. Just as suddenly, I felt like I'd just made a terrible mistake. Perhaps I had just blown it with my new friend. I guess I had thought that since he had magazines with naked boys in them, that somehow he was into such things... But.....
I turned away, face flushed with embarrassment, and I closed my eyes in instant remorse. It was dreadfully quiet, and then, just as suddenly I felt the soft butterfly touch of Scott's red lips as they brushed warmly against my cheek...
No words were spoken. We both just lay there, eyes closed and each lost in his own weary thoughts.... It was dark sometime later when I awoke. There was soft breathing next to me, and the warmth of Scott's bare arm as it rested innocently across my chest.
We were both still naked, and I reached over and grabbed the edge of the bedspread and pulled it over both of us. I smiled up into the darkness, and let sleep gently take me again.
Whatever mysteries tomorrow held for me, whatever explorations were yet to come, I didn't feel so all alone...
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It was just after dawn when I felt a gentle stirring next to me. Scott had shifted in his sleep, his knee slightly bumping against my thigh. My eyes opened slowly as I came to an awakened state, and I lay there for several moments staring blankly up at the ceiling above me.
I smiled casually as the memory of last nights innocent boy play came back to me. I heard a soft sigh to my right, and turned my head to look at Scott, my twelve year old new best friend as he lay sleeping soundly beside me.
Rolling gently onto my side, I moved my arm and propped my head up so that I could see this other boy better. He was cute, in sleep like that. Almost angelic actually. I said before that his soft features made him almost girlishly cute, and indeed he was. Scott had a thin, small nose with the slightest upturn at its tip. His thin boyish features made him look quite appealing.
His lips were almost ruby colored, and in this morning light, they looked silky soft against his tan features. His long blond hair, which always seemed somewhat unruly, lay spread out loosely over his pillow, making me smile for some reason.
I glanced at his soft looking lips again, pursed gently as he slept. I remembered then that I had kissed him on the cheek last night, and he in turn, had returned the innocent kiss, with those cute pouty lips of his.
My thoughts returned to our little jerk off session from the previous evening, and I smiled shyly again. I had totally surprised myself by doing such a thing, having never jerked off with anyone else before. I've always been a bit shy about those sorts of things. I mean, perhaps a little embarrassed about being seen naked, you know. I change in front of people at the pool all the time, albeit a bit quickly. But when it comes to sexuality, and like, boners for Christ sake, well, I'm really, really shy about that kind of stuff.
So last night, it had only been because I was caught up in the moment, and the nude boy magazines he had shown me, and of course Scott at my side, that I had just plunged right in with very little urging. It had been epic; masturbating together... Awesome in fact...
Absently I reached down and gave myself a playful little squeeze through the bed sheets, as the memory of it kinda made me tingle a little. I looked over again at the boy beside me. The sheet that I had pulled up over us last night was up to about mid chest, leaving Scott's pebble-like nipples showing just above the edge of it. I shivered slightly at the sight.
With all the wonder of boylike curiosity, I gently pulled the sheet down a little further to expose more of Scott's naked torso. I've never really had the chance to look that closely at anyone else's body before, have you? I mean, sure, I've checked myself out a little, but it’s not the same thing.
You know, looking for little hairs and stuff in my special areas. And I've examined my own dick and foreskin at some length, although I've found you can only get your face so close to your own junk, if you know what I mean. But to really have time to closely check out someone else's body, well...
So I turned my attention to the sleeping boy beside me. I studied his silky skin with some interest. It looked so smooth, so.... Invitingly smooth I guess. Leaning in a little closer, I peered at his bare chest, rising and falling slowly with each shallow breath. I studied his nipples, which looked puckered just a bit. A look that frequently accompanies the early stages of puberty.
Out of pure interest, I pursed my lips and blew cool air gently across his left nipple. Almost instantly I could see the soft skin there bloom with little goose bumps, which made me smile at the pleasantly unexpected results.
I glanced down at myself for a moment, comparing our nipples as best I could, and then went back to examining Scott more closely. My eyes trailed down to his flat adolescent belly, and I shifted position a bit to look more closely at his thin sculpted waist, and surprisingly deep innie of a belly button.
Boys’ bodies are so amazingly constructed when you really look closely at them. The forming musculature is so wonderfully symmetrical, almost sensual in their design. Scott's tanned, buttery soft skin looked so amazingly smooth, that it intrigued me to no end. Like mine, his body was mostly hairless and blemish free, and it made me shiver excitedly again, as unaware I ran my palm over my own naked torso while I studied his, feeling my own warm skin, slide beneath my touch like warm satin.
Then, not even thinking about it, and drawn quite innocently by the desire to compare, I reached out my hand toward my friend. I hesitated for a moment, and then ever so softly laid my palm on his flat, firm stomach. I learned in that moment, that there is nothing like the warmth and touch of another human being.
His skin was indeed silky soft to the touch, and I simply rested my hand there, absorbing his energy, feeling connected with him on some new physical level, which somehow seemed really important to me now. I glanced up toward his face to catch any reaction as I moved my fingers softly over his abdomen. Scott seemed unaware of my trespass, and I watched my hand ebb and swell with each intake of his gentle breathing.
I closed my eyes again for a moment, as if wanting to always remember how it felt to touch another person in this way... Tender, non assuming, wanting nothing more than the purity of the tactile sensation.
Looking back down at Scott, I could see the little rise just below the sheet where his boy bits seemed to be resting quietly. I glanced back up to his face for a moment, and listened to his shallow, rhythmic breathing, just to be sure he was still sleeping, and then with timid and trembling fingers I tentatively lifted the sheet a little, freeing his boy parts, and moved the sheet downward, to just about mid thigh on both of us. Shiver...
Scott's young boyish penis lay there undisturbed, soft and lying naturally on his left thigh pointing directly at me. I closed my eyes for a moment of pure indulgent pleasure, and then had to reach down once more to give my own little semi soft boy tube a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure myself of its current condition.
Quietly I scootched down on the bed a little further, ever so gently so as not to wake Scott, till my eyes were right in line with his youthful boy parts. Yup, I'd never been this close to someone's penis before. Less than a foot away, studying his soft, boylike appendage. 'So cool...' I nearly uttered aloud, unable to stop myself.
Scott had about three tender inches of smooth fleshy boy tube. His exposed glans looked remarkably like mine, when I peel my foreskin down. Although his was more flesh colored, and mine sometimes looked like a purplish red cherry.
I studied the little darker ring where he had been circumcised, and the faint blue vein that seemed to reside gently there, just beneath the skin. Gawd, it was so friggen hot... Absently I began fingering my own boy stick, which was now more than semi erect by this point.
Scott's youthful testicles hung loosely below his penis, sheathed in their soft purse of skin, and perched lightly atop his upper thighs. I glanced back up at his face again, and swallowed hard. Not knowing what came over me, with trembling fingers and a new found boldness, I absently reached out, wanting just to touch his smooth boyish member. My finger tip was shaking as I lowered it onto, and gently prodded his thin young tube.
Shit...... I swallowed again. The feeling sent a shockwave of pleasure through my system. I had never, ever touched another boy's penis before, other than a playful grope through someone's clothes, like when we wrestled and stuff. This was so different. A naked soft tube that was delightfully warm to the touch. It was warm, and spongy, and I trailed my finger ever so softly over its length.
Quickly I pulled my finger back, squeezing my eyes shut and shuddering with delight at the pure sensual rush of it. Looking down at myself, I saw that I was totally hard now. My breathing was a bit hurried, and I could actually feel my little boy shaft throb with excitement. Never, never had I done anything like this. Hell, I hadn't even thought about doing something like this before.
The nude boy magazines from the night before had inspired a new found curiosity and hunger inside of me. I tried to swallow, but found it hard to do, and I opened my eyes again to gaze on Scott's young boy sprout. I looked at his bare, porcelain white pubic mound, spotting five or six thin pubes, which surely must have sprouted just recently. With a slight smile I glanced down to further examine his loose boy pouch. It was sleek and smooth, utterly devoid of hair, and it formed loosely around his two walnut sized testicles like a thin slice of melted cheese.
I don't know what had come over me. It was like a switch had suddenly been turned on inside of me. Knowing I should stop this, that it was just weird to be ogling someone like this while they slept, but.... I didn't care. I was hooked. I guess this is exactly what they mean when they say, 'you were thinking with the wrong head,' because even though I knew this was kinda messed up, I just couldn't help myself.
I felt my dick jump in a spasm of pleasure, as if it were corrupting me, urging me on. "More, more...." it seemed to beckon to me. Gathering my courage again, I reached out once more with one gently trembling fingertip, and softly stroked the underside of Scott's boyhood one more time.
It moved... As I leaned in, still closely looking at it, I saw it move. Ever so slowly his soft boy tube seemed to take on a little plumpness. Very slowly now, it almost seemed to roll slightly on its own, and then move perceptively upward on his thigh. 'Holy shit...' I breathed to myself...
My gentle touch had been enough to stimulate his sleeping member; I shivered with naughty delight, and kept watching. It seemed to hesitate and pause there for a moment, and feeling an unquenchable excitement inside of me, I reached out my curious finger once more, and softly stroked the warm skin of my friend's boylike penis again.
Movement started afresh. His boy prong continued to swell now, and slide slowly up his thigh, until it was pointing strait across his youthful boy mound. And now, as I watched, it raised in gentle pulses, like an awakened cobra, lifting up about half an inch off his creamy smooth, and essentially bare pubic mound.
I could feel my own young penis throbbing now at this point, in pure excited stimulation, and my still trembling fingers took hold of my own boy tool for a moment, to squeeze and finger myself excitedly.
Scott made a slight sound, and I looked up hurriedly, half expecting so see that he had awakened and was watching what was going on. But he was still sound asleep, perhaps lost in some wild fantasy dream someplace far away.
Gawd he was so fricken cute... I swallowed again, shuddered with stimulated delight, and wanted to just jerk off again right then and there. To whip my boyhood into excited frenzy, and squirt my newly formed boy sauce all over the place. I was horny... And for the first time, I really understood what that word actually meant.
Scott shifted a little then in his sleep. His right foot slid up the sheet a little, causing his thigh to rise, bending slightly at the knee, and his hip rolled gently toward me. His boy sac now rested on his left upper thigh, affording me an almost strait on look at it. I licked my lips to wet them, and with the forefinger of my left hand I continued to wiggle my own foreskin around just below the head, trying to stimulate myself even further.
I became aware of moist perspiration that had formed in my butt crack, and oddly, my bung hole almost seemed to be tingling a little, as if it too were aroused. I had to slow my own ministrations at that point, as my dick suddenly twitched several times, almost as if it was warming up for an inevitable release.
I had to close my eyes tightly for a moment, almost willing myself not to climax, my fingers frozen there, not daring to move on my stiff tube for fear of setting it off. My breathing was fairly rapid now, and I was torn between settling myself down, or just going at it to feel the joyful rush of ejaculation.
'Easy Nathan...' I breathed to myself. I had been right on the edge, but several tense moments later, the feeling passed with nothing more than a sticky droplet of precum drooling from my pee slit. I opened my eyes once more, quickly fixing them on Scott's primed boy bits.
His four inch boner still hovered just above his pubic mound, bobbing ever so slightly now with his pulse. The strait tube reminded me of a ballpark hotdog. 'They plump when you cook them.' I thought to myself, and almost laughed out loud. I peeked back up to Scott's soft facial features, and his gentle rhythmic breathing told me he was still comfortably deep in sleep.
Fuck this was so awesome... So delightfully naughty that time seemed frozen; seconds ticking silently away as if in slow motion. I licked my dry lips again, wondering just how much I could, or should get away with.
With the feeling of impunity, I reached out my finger again and gently touched, then softly traced the curve of his young testicles. 'Oh shit.' I breathed silently, as I gently wiggled my finger against his soft boy bag, causing his testies to jiggle loosely about. I watched then as Scott's dick suddenly twitched upward once, and sink slowly back to his mound.
Smiling wickedly, compelled by some impish impulse, I rubbed it gently again, and his boyhood jerked once more as if being tugged by an invisible string. This time though, I noticed a sticky clear droplet start to form at his pee slit, and then roll slowly onto his glans.
Entranced, I leaned in closely with my face almost in his groin, and I ran my finger gently up and down his firm warm shaft. Curiously I breathed in, letting his soft boy like scent fill my nose. It was impossible to describe the gentle musky smell that emanated from between his legs. It wasn't at all unpleasant, more like erotic, and I wanted more... I closed my eyes to breath in another whiff of him, but I was so close that my nose carelessly brushed softly against his youthful satin boy sac. I was so turned on by it, that it was all I could do not to just bury my face in his pouch. I tried to imagine what it might feel like to rub my lips, and tongue over Scott's warm genitals, and I felt my own penis twitch urgently again, as if begging me just to get it over with.
I heard another soft moaning sound come from Scott, and I looked up just in time to see his penis lurch, and expel a sudden squirt of boy nectar up onto his lower belly. Stunned with excitement, I quickly rolled away, quite sure that I had gone too far this time. Finally I forced myself to look up, with a phony grin on my face. If he was awake I would pretend I was just joking around with him, and... But it was quite clear he was still lost in some deep fantasy dream of his own. It dawned on me that he had just had a wet dream, certainly triggered somewhat by my activities...
My heart was thumping in my chest. 'That was too close...' I thought to myself, and I realized how intoxicated I had been with this sudden lust for the other boy. All of this was totally new ground to me. Other than secret glances, and a few funny thoughts, I would have never even considered doing any of this before. Being horny was like being possessed I supposed... It was like someone, or something else had control of your senses.
The sight of Scott squirting like that, and the thin clear string that trailed from his glans to his pubic mound, had me about as aroused as I'd ever been. I slid my hand over my own erection, rubbing it urgently. With my other hand, I gently cupped my scrotum fingering it. It was warm, and a little sweaty, so I reached down further, softly rubbing that soft smooth patch of skin under my balls, inching deliberately closer toward my own pink boy pucker, which also felt more than a little damp and certainly over stimulated.
It was so moist down there, that I rubbed my finger over the hot opening, while I continued to rub my penis with my palm. I shuddered at these sudden erotic feelings, and impulses. Drawn by instinct and insatiable curiosity, I pushed my finger generously up into the hot pink ring of my anus, rubbing ever more urgently on my turgid, and now dripping boy wand.
Sensations churned within me. The insane tingles that always preceded ejaculation swept over my loins. My thighs went numb, my head arched backward and my jaw jutted up as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, and I tried to stifle the grunting moan deep within my throat...
I forced myself to glance over at Scott. The wet dribbles of immature boy sperm that still clung to his belly set me off. My groin seemed to seize, my bung hole clamped around my finger, and I grunted as an intense jet of hot fluid squirted messily through my fingers. Another followed immediately, and then several deep contractions like aftershocks in an earthquake.
My body trembled with the rush of release, and after many long intense moments, I felt my muscles finally go limp. My finger slipped almost erotically from my anus, and I sprawled there...drained and dripping.
I could hear that my own breathing was ragged, as I strained to recover. There was a sticky mess that coated my fingers and my pubic area, and absently I began rubbing the warm mess on my skin as I glanced over at Scott.
His penis was just beginning to soften, but his glans was still wet with his own semen. I raised my hand, and seemingly unable to resist I reached over and touched my sticky fingers to his penis, combining our seminal fluids.
It was insanely cool... Our boy seeds were merged into one syrupy wet spot. Scott kind of moaned again, making me aware of what I was actually doing, and I quickly pulled my hand back to avoid discovery. I glanced up at his amazingly cute face, and wondered if he would really want to do this kind of stuff with me.
Not just jerk off together, but, you know, like jerk each other off... And... Well do other stuff to each other, like the boys in his magazines had been doing. Fuck, that would be so cool.
I looked again at my fingers, wet with our combined boy juice, and with great impulsiveness I sniffed at it. 'Mmm...' Interesting scent. I closed my eyes, and quite determined, I touched my finger, and the sticky boy syrup gently onto my lips. I could almost pretend that my fingers were Scott's spongy penis...
Oh man... This all felt so wickedly intense. This whole puberty thing, and all these new feelings and thoughts that went along with it. It was strange, and awesome all at the same time... I thought back to the pictures of the naked boys in the magazine. They were our age. Twelve, maybe thirteen year old boys with erections, and cum, and sexually suggestive posses... Shiiiitttttttt..... It was so bizarre, and I wanted more of that.
I knew right then that I would find a way to somehow suggest it to Scott, today. I mean cripes, he had those magazines didn't he?! They were filled with erotic boy play pictures. And I knew he hadn't even shown me the best ones yet. There were others at the bottom of the pile, that he had seemed reluctant to show me.
He was obviously building up to something, wasn't he?! And he just didn't want to scare me off, if I wasn't into it. But I was, wasn't I. Much to my own surprise, I was very much into it... If only either of us had the courage to come out and just say it... What else could it be?
Twelve year olds, in the grips of sexual awakening. We were a bundle of confused emotions and feelings. Shy, embarrassed, scared, horny as hell, and insanely curious. Yes. Sometime today I would figure a way to take this part of our friendship to the next level.
Casually I wiped my face and hands with the bed sheet, cleaning up the wonderful mess I had made. I scootched back up the bed, and resting my head on the other pillow I pulled the sheet gently back over us.
I thought I would just lie there till Scott awakened, but, somehow I dozed off again, and slipped into a fantasy dream of my own...
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End of Chapter Four.... (To be continued.)
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* Recap End Of Chapter 3
*I don't know what compelled me, but I leaned over quite innocently and gently kissed Scott on the cheek, near the corner of his mouth. Just as suddenly, I felt like I'd just made a terrible mistake. Perhaps I had just blown it with my new friend. I guess I had thought that since he had magazines with naked boys in them, that somehow he was into such things... But.....
I turned away, face flushed with embarrassment, and I closed my eyes in instant remorse. It was dreadfully quiet, and then, just as suddenly I felt the soft butterfly touch of Scott's red lips as they brushed warmly against my cheek...
No words were spoken. We both just lay there, eyes closed and each lost in his own weary thoughts.... It was dark sometime later when I awoke. There was soft breathing next to me, and the warmth of Scott's bare arm as it rested innocently across my chest.
We were both still naked, and I reached over and grabbed the edge of the bedspread and pulled it over both of us. I smiled up into the darkness, and let sleep gently take me again.
Whatever mysteries tomorrow held for me, whatever explorations were yet to come, I didn't feel so all alone...
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It was just after dawn when I felt a gentle stirring next to me. Scott had shifted in his sleep, his knee slightly bumping against my thigh. My eyes opened slowly as I came to an awakened state, and I lay there for several moments staring blankly up at the ceiling above me.
I smiled casually as the memory of last nights innocent boy play came back to me. I heard a soft sigh to my right, and turned my head to look at Scott, my twelve year old new best friend as he lay sleeping soundly beside me.
Rolling gently onto my side, I moved my arm and propped my head up so that I could see this other boy better. He was cute, in sleep like that. Almost angelic actually. I said before that his soft features made him almost girlishly cute, and indeed he was. Scott had a thin, small nose with the slightest upturn at its tip. His thin boyish features made him look quite appealing.
His lips were almost ruby colored, and in this morning light, they looked silky soft against his tan features. His long blond hair, which always seemed somewhat unruly, lay spread out loosely over his pillow, making me smile for some reason.
I glanced at his soft looking lips again, pursed gently as he slept. I remembered then that I had kissed him on the cheek last night, and he in turn, had returned the innocent kiss, with those cute pouty lips of his.
My thoughts returned to our little jerk off session from the previous evening, and I smiled shyly again. I had totally surprised myself by doing such a thing, having never jerked off with anyone else before. I've always been a bit shy about those sorts of things. I mean, perhaps a little embarrassed about being seen naked, you know. I change in front of people at the pool all the time, albeit a bit quickly. But when it comes to sexuality, and like, boners for Christ sake, well, I'm really, really shy about that kind of stuff.
So last night, it had only been because I was caught up in the moment, and the nude boy magazines he had shown me, and of course Scott at my side, that I had just plunged right in with very little urging. It had been epic; masturbating together... Awesome in fact...
Absently I reached down and gave myself a playful little squeeze through the bed sheets, as the memory of it kinda made me tingle a little. I looked over again at the boy beside me. The sheet that I had pulled up over us last night was up to about mid chest, leaving Scott's pebble-like nipples showing just above the edge of it. I shivered slightly at the sight.
With all the wonder of boylike curiosity, I gently pulled the sheet down a little further to expose more of Scott's naked torso. I've never really had the chance to look that closely at anyone else's body before, have you? I mean, sure, I've checked myself out a little, but it’s not the same thing.
You know, looking for little hairs and stuff in my special areas. And I've examined my own dick and foreskin at some length, although I've found you can only get your face so close to your own junk, if you know what I mean. But to really have time to closely check out someone else's body, well...
So I turned my attention to the sleeping boy beside me. I studied his silky skin with some interest. It looked so smooth, so.... Invitingly smooth I guess. Leaning in a little closer, I peered at his bare chest, rising and falling slowly with each shallow breath. I studied his nipples, which looked puckered just a bit. A look that frequently accompanies the early stages of puberty.
Out of pure interest, I pursed my lips and blew cool air gently across his left nipple. Almost instantly I could see the soft skin there bloom with little goose bumps, which made me smile at the pleasantly unexpected results.
I glanced down at myself for a moment, comparing our nipples as best I could, and then went back to examining Scott more closely. My eyes trailed down to his flat adolescent belly, and I shifted position a bit to look more closely at his thin sculpted waist, and surprisingly deep innie of a belly button.
Boys’ bodies are so amazingly constructed when you really look closely at them. The forming musculature is so wonderfully symmetrical, almost sensual in their design. Scott's tanned, buttery soft skin looked so amazingly smooth, that it intrigued me to no end. Like mine, his body was mostly hairless and blemish free, and it made me shiver excitedly again, as unaware I ran my palm over my own naked torso while I studied his, feeling my own warm skin, slide beneath my touch like warm satin.
Then, not even thinking about it, and drawn quite innocently by the desire to compare, I reached out my hand toward my friend. I hesitated for a moment, and then ever so softly laid my palm on his flat, firm stomach. I learned in that moment, that there is nothing like the warmth and touch of another human being.
His skin was indeed silky soft to the touch, and I simply rested my hand there, absorbing his energy, feeling connected with him on some new physical level, which somehow seemed really important to me now. I glanced up toward his face to catch any reaction as I moved my fingers softly over his abdomen. Scott seemed unaware of my trespass, and I watched my hand ebb and swell with each intake of his gentle breathing.
I closed my eyes again for a moment, as if wanting to always remember how it felt to touch another person in this way... Tender, non assuming, wanting nothing more than the purity of the tactile sensation.
Looking back down at Scott, I could see the little rise just below the sheet where his boy bits seemed to be resting quietly. I glanced back up to his face for a moment, and listened to his shallow, rhythmic breathing, just to be sure he was still sleeping, and then with timid and trembling fingers I tentatively lifted the sheet a little, freeing his boy parts, and moved the sheet downward, to just about mid thigh on both of us. Shiver...
Scott's young boyish penis lay there undisturbed, soft and lying naturally on his left thigh pointing directly at me. I closed my eyes for a moment of pure indulgent pleasure, and then had to reach down once more to give my own little semi soft boy tube a gentle squeeze, as if to reassure myself of its current condition.
Quietly I scootched down on the bed a little further, ever so gently so as not to wake Scott, till my eyes were right in line with his youthful boy parts. Yup, I'd never been this close to someone's penis before. Less than a foot away, studying his soft, boylike appendage. 'So cool...' I nearly uttered aloud, unable to stop myself.
Scott had about three tender inches of smooth fleshy boy tube. His exposed glans looked remarkably like mine, when I peel my foreskin down. Although his was more flesh colored, and mine sometimes looked like a purplish red cherry.
I studied the little darker ring where he had been circumcised, and the faint blue vein that seemed to reside gently there, just beneath the skin. Gawd, it was so friggen hot... Absently I began fingering my own boy stick, which was now more than semi erect by this point.
Scott's youthful testicles hung loosely below his penis, sheathed in their soft purse of skin, and perched lightly atop his upper thighs. I glanced back up at his face again, and swallowed hard. Not knowing what came over me, with trembling fingers and a new found boldness, I absently reached out, wanting just to touch his smooth boyish member. My finger tip was shaking as I lowered it onto, and gently prodded his thin young tube.
Shit...... I swallowed again. The feeling sent a shockwave of pleasure through my system. I had never, ever touched another boy's penis before, other than a playful grope through someone's clothes, like when we wrestled and stuff. This was so different. A naked soft tube that was delightfully warm to the touch. It was warm, and spongy, and I trailed my finger ever so softly over its length.
Quickly I pulled my finger back, squeezing my eyes shut and shuddering with delight at the pure sensual rush of it. Looking down at myself, I saw that I was totally hard now. My breathing was a bit hurried, and I could actually feel my little boy shaft throb with excitement. Never, never had I done anything like this. Hell, I hadn't even thought about doing something like this before.
The nude boy magazines from the night before had inspired a new found curiosity and hunger inside of me. I tried to swallow, but found it hard to do, and I opened my eyes again to gaze on Scott's young boy sprout. I looked at his bare, porcelain white pubic mound, spotting five or six thin pubes, which surely must have sprouted just recently. With a slight smile I glanced down to further examine his loose boy pouch. It was sleek and smooth, utterly devoid of hair, and it formed loosely around his two walnut sized testicles like a thin slice of melted cheese.
I don't know what had come over me. It was like a switch had suddenly been turned on inside of me. Knowing I should stop this, that it was just weird to be ogling someone like this while they slept, but.... I didn't care. I was hooked. I guess this is exactly what they mean when they say, 'you were thinking with the wrong head,' because even though I knew this was kinda messed up, I just couldn't help myself.
I felt my dick jump in a spasm of pleasure, as if it were corrupting me, urging me on. "More, more...." it seemed to beckon to me. Gathering my courage again, I reached out once more with one gently trembling fingertip, and softly stroked the underside of Scott's boyhood one more time.
It moved... As I leaned in, still closely looking at it, I saw it move. Ever so slowly his soft boy tube seemed to take on a little plumpness. Very slowly now, it almost seemed to roll slightly on its own, and then move perceptively upward on his thigh. 'Holy shit...' I breathed to myself...
My gentle touch had been enough to stimulate his sleeping member; I shivered with naughty delight, and kept watching. It seemed to hesitate and pause there for a moment, and feeling an unquenchable excitement inside of me, I reached out my curious finger once more, and softly stroked the warm skin of my friend's boylike penis again.
Movement started afresh. His boy prong continued to swell now, and slide slowly up his thigh, until it was pointing strait across his youthful boy mound. And now, as I watched, it raised in gentle pulses, like an awakened cobra, lifting up about half an inch off his creamy smooth, and essentially bare pubic mound.
I could feel my own young penis throbbing now at this point, in pure excited stimulation, and my still trembling fingers took hold of my own boy tool for a moment, to squeeze and finger myself excitedly.
Scott made a slight sound, and I looked up hurriedly, half expecting so see that he had awakened and was watching what was going on. But he was still sound asleep, perhaps lost in some wild fantasy dream someplace far away.
Gawd he was so fricken cute... I swallowed again, shuddered with stimulated delight, and wanted to just jerk off again right then and there. To whip my boyhood into excited frenzy, and squirt my newly formed boy sauce all over the place. I was horny... And for the first time, I really understood what that word actually meant.
Scott shifted a little then in his sleep. His right foot slid up the sheet a little, causing his thigh to rise, bending slightly at the knee, and his hip rolled gently toward me. His boy sac now rested on his left upper thigh, affording me an almost strait on look at it. I licked my lips to wet them, and with the forefinger of my left hand I continued to wiggle my own foreskin around just below the head, trying to stimulate myself even further.
I became aware of moist perspiration that had formed in my butt crack, and oddly, my bung hole almost seemed to be tingling a little, as if it too were aroused. I had to slow my own ministrations at that point, as my dick suddenly twitched several times, almost as if it was warming up for an inevitable release.
I had to close my eyes tightly for a moment, almost willing myself not to climax, my fingers frozen there, not daring to move on my stiff tube for fear of setting it off. My breathing was fairly rapid now, and I was torn between settling myself down, or just going at it to feel the joyful rush of ejaculation.
'Easy Nathan...' I breathed to myself. I had been right on the edge, but several tense moments later, the feeling passed with nothing more than a sticky droplet of precum drooling from my pee slit. I opened my eyes once more, quickly fixing them on Scott's primed boy bits.
His four inch boner still hovered just above his pubic mound, bobbing ever so slightly now with his pulse. The strait tube reminded me of a ballpark hotdog. 'They plump when you cook them.' I thought to myself, and almost laughed out loud. I peeked back up to Scott's soft facial features, and his gentle rhythmic breathing told me he was still comfortably deep in sleep.
Fuck this was so awesome... So delightfully naughty that time seemed frozen; seconds ticking silently away as if in slow motion. I licked my dry lips again, wondering just how much I could, or should get away with.
With the feeling of impunity, I reached out my finger again and gently touched, then softly traced the curve of his young testicles. 'Oh shit.' I breathed silently, as I gently wiggled my finger against his soft boy bag, causing his testies to jiggle loosely about. I watched then as Scott's dick suddenly twitched upward once, and sink slowly back to his mound.
Smiling wickedly, compelled by some impish impulse, I rubbed it gently again, and his boyhood jerked once more as if being tugged by an invisible string. This time though, I noticed a sticky clear droplet start to form at his pee slit, and then roll slowly onto his glans.
Entranced, I leaned in closely with my face almost in his groin, and I ran my finger gently up and down his firm warm shaft. Curiously I breathed in, letting his soft boy like scent fill my nose. It was impossible to describe the gentle musky smell that emanated from between his legs. It wasn't at all unpleasant, more like erotic, and I wanted more... I closed my eyes to breath in another whiff of him, but I was so close that my nose carelessly brushed softly against his youthful satin boy sac. I was so turned on by it, that it was all I could do not to just bury my face in his pouch. I tried to imagine what it might feel like to rub my lips, and tongue over Scott's warm genitals, and I felt my own penis twitch urgently again, as if begging me just to get it over with.
I heard another soft moaning sound come from Scott, and I looked up just in time to see his penis lurch, and expel a sudden squirt of boy nectar up onto his lower belly. Stunned with excitement, I quickly rolled away, quite sure that I had gone too far this time. Finally I forced myself to look up, with a phony grin on my face. If he was awake I would pretend I was just joking around with him, and... But it was quite clear he was still lost in some deep fantasy dream of his own. It dawned on me that he had just had a wet dream, certainly triggered somewhat by my activities...
My heart was thumping in my chest. 'That was too close...' I thought to myself, and I realized how intoxicated I had been with this sudden lust for the other boy. All of this was totally new ground to me. Other than secret glances, and a few funny thoughts, I would have never even considered doing any of this before. Being horny was like being possessed I supposed... It was like someone, or something else had control of your senses.
The sight of Scott squirting like that, and the thin clear string that trailed from his glans to his pubic mound, had me about as aroused as I'd ever been. I slid my hand over my own erection, rubbing it urgently. With my other hand, I gently cupped my scrotum fingering it. It was warm, and a little sweaty, so I reached down further, softly rubbing that soft smooth patch of skin under my balls, inching deliberately closer toward my own pink boy pucker, which also felt more than a little damp and certainly over stimulated.
It was so moist down there, that I rubbed my finger over the hot opening, while I continued to rub my penis with my palm. I shuddered at these sudden erotic feelings, and impulses. Drawn by instinct and insatiable curiosity, I pushed my finger generously up into the hot pink ring of my anus, rubbing ever more urgently on my turgid, and now dripping boy wand.
Sensations churned within me. The insane tingles that always preceded ejaculation swept over my loins. My thighs went numb, my head arched backward and my jaw jutted up as I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, and I tried to stifle the grunting moan deep within my throat...
I forced myself to glance over at Scott. The wet dribbles of immature boy sperm that still clung to his belly set me off. My groin seemed to seize, my bung hole clamped around my finger, and I grunted as an intense jet of hot fluid squirted messily through my fingers. Another followed immediately, and then several deep contractions like aftershocks in an earthquake.
My body trembled with the rush of release, and after many long intense moments, I felt my muscles finally go limp. My finger slipped almost erotically from my anus, and I sprawled there...drained and dripping.
I could hear that my own breathing was ragged, as I strained to recover. There was a sticky mess that coated my fingers and my pubic area, and absently I began rubbing the warm mess on my skin as I glanced over at Scott.
His penis was just beginning to soften, but his glans was still wet with his own semen. I raised my hand, and seemingly unable to resist I reached over and touched my sticky fingers to his penis, combining our seminal fluids.
It was insanely cool... Our boy seeds were merged into one syrupy wet spot. Scott kind of moaned again, making me aware of what I was actually doing, and I quickly pulled my hand back to avoid discovery. I glanced up at his amazingly cute face, and wondered if he would really want to do this kind of stuff with me.
Not just jerk off together, but, you know, like jerk each other off... And... Well do other stuff to each other, like the boys in his magazines had been doing. Fuck, that would be so cool.
I looked again at my fingers, wet with our combined boy juice, and with great impulsiveness I sniffed at it. 'Mmm...' Interesting scent. I closed my eyes, and quite determined, I touched my finger, and the sticky boy syrup gently onto my lips. I could almost pretend that my fingers were Scott's spongy penis...
Oh man... This all felt so wickedly intense. This whole puberty thing, and all these new feelings and thoughts that went along with it. It was strange, and awesome all at the same time... I thought back to the pictures of the naked boys in the magazine. They were our age. Twelve, maybe thirteen year old boys with erections, and cum, and sexually suggestive posses... Shiiiitttttttt..... It was so bizarre, and I wanted more of that.
I knew right then that I would find a way to somehow suggest it to Scott, today. I mean cripes, he had those magazines didn't he?! They were filled with erotic boy play pictures. And I knew he hadn't even shown me the best ones yet. There were others at the bottom of the pile, that he had seemed reluctant to show me.
He was obviously building up to something, wasn't he?! And he just didn't want to scare me off, if I wasn't into it. But I was, wasn't I. Much to my own surprise, I was very much into it... If only either of us had the courage to come out and just say it... What else could it be?
Twelve year olds, in the grips of sexual awakening. We were a bundle of confused emotions and feelings. Shy, embarrassed, scared, horny as hell, and insanely curious. Yes. Sometime today I would figure a way to take this part of our friendship to the next level.
Casually I wiped my face and hands with the bed sheet, cleaning up the wonderful mess I had made. I scootched back up the bed, and resting my head on the other pillow I pulled the sheet gently back over us.
I thought I would just lie there till Scott awakened, but, somehow I dozed off again, and slipped into a fantasy dream of my own...
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End of Chapter Four.... (To be continued.)
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